With the presidential election two weeks from today, the race has gotten hot and heavy with both candidates pulling out their most outrageous slings and arrows.
My debate scorecard is now filled out with Hillary-1, Trump-1, Pence-1 and moderator Mike Wallace-1. I give the third debate to Wallace because he asked the most penetrating questions, kept the crowd silenced and was most effective in preventing the principals from talking over each other.
Poorest moderator in the three debates proved to be NBC’s Lester Holt, who was fixated upon the Obama “birther” issue, continuously badgered Trump and kept throwing softball questions to Clinton.
Strangely enough, this contentious campaign has been practically devoid of humor. First indication that the two rivals might have a lighter side was evident at last Thursday’s L. Smith dinner in NYC.
Trump’s best one-liner came when he said that Hillary had bumped into him on the way in and had uttered the phrase, “Pardon me!” His retort was, “I’ll have to wait ‘til I’m President!”
Her best moment came when she noted that Trump has constantly called her health an important issue. She said, in contrast, she knew that Trump was healthy as a horse-like the one Putin rides around on.
The man in the middle at Thursday’s shindig was the Catholic Archbishop of New York, who physically positioned himself between Trump and Hillary. This seems odd, since Wikileaks has revealed that the Clinton camp has routinely denigrated the Catholic Church in their quest to make the United States a socialistic-secular society.
Getting back to the final debate, for the first time Hillary seemed a bit unsure of her herself as Trump constantly lambasted her about her fitness for office. Apparently Hillary had been well-coached in her standard prattle about her amorphous vision of the future of the country. By talking over Trump on several occasions, she was able to garner six more minutes of air time than he did.
Currently, there have been a few bright lines of levity in the campaign. One such is an illustration of Ted Kennedy speaking to Bill Clinton. The verbiage has Kennedy saying, “I drowned a woman”, and Bill responding, “I raped a woman. Thank God we never used bad language!”
Since Hillary has recently herself revealed her duplicity by noting that a person of such elite stature as herself cannot effectively communicate with the middle class, this proves that there is a public Hillary and a private Hillary. One local wag suggested that she might double the size of her famous pantsuits so that both characters could fit in them at the same time. Another local Trump-ite noted that he saw a tag on one of her kimono type tops that said, “Made by Omar the tentmaker”.
One local keen observer has noted that, just like Barack Hussein Obama, Hillary has not once worn an American flag pin on any one of her many ensembles.
Oddly enough, while Trump’s wife was present last Thursday, there was no sign of Hillary’s better half.